Eve
It was drowning, my hands flailing in the oppressive depths. Panic saturated my body like the water that now wanted to take me. My stared up or what I hoped was up as I propelled myself up.
My lungs burned, my heart pounding like a war drum in my ears as I clawed through the thick weight of whatever dream, or memory, had me trapped. I couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
Until I broke the surface.
A sharp gasp tore from my throat.
I sat up so fast it felt like whiplash, my body seizing forward as air flooded my lungs like fire.
The world spun.
My hands flew to the ground, fingers digging into something soft, grass? Carpet?
I blinked hard.
Again.
The blur gave way to shadowed walls. A dimly lit room. A windows. Just the sharp tang of alcohol, old blood, and steel in the air. A low hum of electricity in the silence.
I was on a mattress.
Not a bed. A mattress. No frame. No blankets.
